I love the weekends.
Mostly because my husband is home and we can all just relax.
There is no school. There is no work. There is no rushing off to someplace we need to be.
We can just “be” at our house. All of us. Together.
Today I rolled out of bed a little after 8, had a cup of coffee, did a few dishes, made my shopping list and headed off to Target and Cub.
Nothing relaxes me more than grocery shopping. Maybe a bottle of wine. But serious couponing really puts me in a good mood. It’s the #1 way I contribute to the bottom line in this house and I love to do it.
Feeding a family of 5, plus pet supplies, paper products, cleaning supplies and toiletries on $200 every 2 weeks is a challenge. Especially when you want to skip buying all the crap. Some weeks it’s easier than others. Thankfully it’s a puzzle I like to figure out.
But, back to Saturday.
I got home, the boys were napping, football was on, it was raining outside. There was no place we needed to be. I seriously love nothing more than not having to be anywhere.
I put together teriyaki chicken skewers for dinner, Yogi Dad got the grill going. The boys played in the dining room and living room- jumping from the couch to the couch cushions which they arranged on the floor. Wyatt would come running to the gate to the kitchen to ask for Hot Dogs every few minutes. (Can you guess what his favorite food is?) Judah wandered around banging a hockey stick on the floor with one hand while waving a lavendar scarf in the air with the other.
It’s all so normal to me.
I did some dishes while dinner was cooking. Started laundry. We ate- and everyone tried everything! There were no protests or automatic plate-throwings. After dinner all three boys hit the tub and then got their Jim-Jams on before we took a long walk around the neighborhood.
And now here we are, barely after 9pm. Dishes piled in the sink. Laundry piled on the floor. Lunches to pack before tomorrow. And I am ready to hit the sheets.
I may leave lunches until tomorrow morning. If we get a late start, it’s not the end of the world. Right?
Anyways, The Dirty Life is calling my name. I seriously can’t put this one down. It makes you want to go out and live off the land. Thanks Mom! You picked a good one. Even if you did think it was written by the Pioneer Woman 😉
What do your weekends look like? Filled to the max or spent relaxing? Also: what books do I need to put on my list? I don’t think this one os going to last very long, I love the foodie memoirs the best. Did you know you can find me here: Twitter! Facebook! StarTribune.com! Following on Google Friend Connect is always welcome and if you Stumble my posts because you think they are made of The Awesome, well, I might just love you forever.